Time - The Weather Station

I began to believe it was serious, you and me

Like the lines of the streets so straight in this whole city

I was scared, I dreamed of grey

How it would come into your hair

Someday your touch would change, you might look away

I thought time moved in with us too and it was only me and you

Everyday became it’s messenger, it’s frame

You don’t care, no it’s not your way you smile

You made a joke that I don’t know when to laugh

When to think, when to ask

«Is it all on the line

Or is it all in my mind?»

I said «This is love, we’ll go through all the stages»

You said «My love, this song — do you hear all the changes»

When it’s all on the line

When it’s all in my mind

There’s light, colours that come through

In the afternoon on the walls red lit of our quiet living room

Sometimes we brush past one another like brothers

Cool and casual with one another

Again I touch your hand for the first time of forever

The first line, the first letter